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Crooks Poems - Poems about Crooks


Premium Member If Crooks could vote
If gazelles on the savannah could vote They'd vote for muzzled tigers, then they would gloat. If wolves outvoted sheep, let's think what stops: No more wool sweaters, no more lamb chops. If crooks in the cities could legislate There would never be a court date They'd be out of jail while the cop like a clerk Is still filling out the...

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Categories: crooks, africa, history, humanity, leadership,
Form: Lyric
Premium Member greatness
Donald Trump’s on trial - the first of many. It’s a cold feeling, being judged - with your future held in the balance (Ok, that sounded SO much like college life). We all hope for greatness, I believe. As kids, we see ourselves winning Wimbledon, or standing on the gold medal podium at the olympics. Donald Trump was a controversial president I think...

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Categories: crooks, humor, introspection, life, political,
Form: Free verse



Heroes and Crooks
Late night, suffering through another moody late night the topic on my mind tonight, irrelevant but appropriate originating in the contents of a song because of this Yellowcard I'm feeling another sure thing falling and as those lyrics graced my ears burying the cryptic meaning I once thought into a different perspective Why...why...oh, why why on these nights do I let...

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Categories: crooks, life, perspective, , Lullaby,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Villanelle: Crooks Leaders and Louts Do They Sing the Same Tune
Villanelle: Crooks leaders and louts do they sing the same tune Crooks leaders and louts do they sing the same tune Does he who strums vocal chords show them the ropes Whoever wields the baton sure calls the tune The sergeant-major pulls rank when opportune Though captains and majors aren’t exactly dopes Crooks leaders and louts do they sing the same...

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Categories: crooks, betrayal, leadership, power, ,
Form: Villanelle
Cold As Crooks
Cold as crooks we walk the streets Pickpocketing every snob we meet We need the money so that we can eat It's all the same, rinse and repeat It's hard to meet the cost of living When everyone takes and no one's giving But what can I say, I'm lower than dirt... But I'd rather suffer than see another one hurt In the...

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Categories: crooks, deathmoney,
Form: I do not know?



Crooked Crooks, Babbling Brook
In this crooked chair i sit at this crooked table at this crooked desk and write my crooked thoughts looking out the crooked window out onto the crooked crooked street thinking about how crooked the world is when suddleny is top and realise the crooked people arent crooks everything is crooked crooked jails crooked hospitlas crooked business men lawyers and politiicians crooked churches crooked steeples crooked believers crooked people it...

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Categories: crooks, art, confusion, depression, funny,
Form: Free verse

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